A/N- I. Am. Speechless. The amount of reviews I got for that last chapter is insane! You guys are so awesome! Thank you so much for the feedback, I really, really appreciate it, more than I can express! I'm so happy you liked my little twist, I've been plotting that for a while! So extra specially thanks to Im Kind Of Important, BreakawayBeauty, Guest, Firework's Feelings (x2), LunaEvanna Longbottom, Rebecca, Mallory, Morgan and lily1994 for reviewing!

Chapter Ten- Her Friends Are All Gone

"Please state your name and the role you are auditioning for."

"Mackenzie Juliette Bolton, final screen test for the role of Faith."

Harmony Korine smiled at her and said, "Okay, Mackenzie, this is just a test to see how well you work with James and to see your take on Faith's personality. Alright?"

"Yeah, sounds good to me," Mackenzie replied, smiling, but the smile quickly turned into a frown. "Wait a second. Where is James?"

"Right here, y'all," came a drawling Southern voice from the door.

Mackenzie turned, and burst out into hysterical laughter. "Franco! What- what- what-!" She couldn't even speak, she was laughing so hard.

James grinned at her and actually came into the room. He was decked out in his full Alien costume: tacky Hawaiian shirt, surf shorts, flip-flops, cornrows and grillz on his teeth. Mackenzie doubled over, desperately trying to regain composure and look professional, but she just couldn't.

"What are you wearing?!" she managed to splutter out.

"Hey!" he said indignantly, in his normal voice. "I'm not the one who looks like a fucking prostitute!" He gestured at her orange bikini top and turquoise bottoms.

"No. You just look like a discount pimp!" she informed him, but she reached up and gave him a hug. "Bro, I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You're gonna be awesome" he assured her.

"Well, I do try," she joked, tucking her hair behind her ear. She clapped her hands once and rubbed them together. "So, we ready to do this?"

"Absolutely," said Harmony, stepping back. "So, Mackenzie, we're doing the pool hall scene. You're miles from home. You're scared, you're alone and you're panicking. You don't want Alien talking to you like this, and you want to make that clear. Let's go. Action."

James took Mackenzie's arm and gently pulled her into the centre of the room. He released her and folded his arms, looking concerned. "You alright?" he asked in his pre-established Alien voice. "What's wrong?"

Mackenzie sniffed like she'd been crying, wiping her eyes with the side of her hand. "I just…I want to go home."

"Why? You upset?"

"I don't like it here," she said quietly.

"So what's wrong?" he asked.

"This isn't why we came here," she replied.

"Why'd you come here?" he questioned.

Mackenzie sighed. "I don't like where we're from so I thought that if we came here we could…" She shrugged. "Be free or...just have fun."

"Okay. Ain't that what we're doin'? Havin' fun?"

"No."

"What kinda 'fun' did you wanna have?" Mackenzie shivered slightly; James was actually beginning to creep her out a little bit.

"Um…" she faltered, temporarily forgetting her line. "Oh! Sorry! Not going to jail." she continued in the softer voice she had adopted for Faith.

"Well, you're outta jail now. I didn't put you in jail, I got you outta jail," he told her, smirking and flashing the metal on his teeth. Mackenzie couldn't help it- she started laughing again.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she giggled. "It's the teeth, man! It's the teeth! They're so bad!"

"Come on, Mack, you had this!" said James, looking vaguely irritated with her.

"Right. Yeah. Sorry." She cleared her throat. "I don't know you," she said in a harder tone.

James nodded once. "Alright. And?"

"I don't know what you want with me and my friends but you should leave us alone," she asserted, glaring at him and folding her arms.

"I'm just tryna be nice," James said innocently.

"I don't know you," she said again, but her resolved tenor crumpled slightly.

"Alright. I'll tell you what," James said quietly, moving closer to her so he was just a couple of inches away from her face. "I like you." He reached up and caressed her cheek, which Mackenzie bit the inside of to stop herself laughing again.

"I like you," he repeated. "I ain't gon' do nothin' to hurt you. Don't you see that? If you wanna go home, you can go home. But then you just gon' be home. You gon' be back right where you started." As James continued stroking her cheek, Mackenzie started to make sniffling noises like she was on the verge of tears again.

"You gonna be thinkin'," he continued. "'Hm. Maybe I missed somethin' out there.'"

Mackenzie shook her head, looking down as real tears began to leak from her eyes.

"You wanna go?" James asked, continuing his assault on her face. She nodded. "Why?" He briefly moved his hand to cup her chin. "Why? Why you so upset? Nothin's wrong. Nothin's wrong."

"I. Want. To. Go. Home," she said through gritted teeth, then instantly regretted it; Faith's character didn't get angry, she just fucking cried all the time.

"I know," James soothed. "You can." He moved his thumb gently over her mouth, tracing her lips, and she had to resist the urge to bite him. "But goddamn, I like you so much." Mackenzie lowered her head again, pretending to burst into silent tears. "Listen to me. You're gonna go, but your friends are gonna stay. Your friends are gonna stay with me. But I want you to know that I like you so much. But your friends ain't gonna go with you." James paused, but carried on stroking her face. "And I'm gonna be thinkin' of you when I'm with your friends."

Mackenzie pulled her face from James' grip and pushed past him, wiping her eyes on her hands and sniffing angrily.

"Cut!" called Harmony.

-Mackenzie Bolton's 'Spring Breakers' audition, 2012

Silence. Deadly, disgusting silence. That's all there was. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. They were all just…staring. Staring between me and Jay. I was horrified; I just couldn't comprehend the fact that Danny had said this. He was looking at me now, and his face was etched with cruel joy.

That was when I snapped.

"You fat, ugly motherfucker! I can't fucking believe you could do that to me!" I screeched, throwing myself at him. I was kicking him and punching him and clawing at him with what was left of my bitten and broken nails. I was screaming all sorts of obscenities at him, practically trying to gouge the man's eyes out as I did so. "You've fucking ruined everything!"

"Mack, fucking cut it out!" Danny cried, shielding his face with his arms.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I roared, and that's when a pair of hands seized the tops of my arms and forcibly extracted me from murdering McBride. I thrashed against the grip, turning around to face my assailant. I found myself looking directly into James' eyes.

Oh, fuck.

"What the fuck is McBride talking about?" he questioned fiercely.

"James, I-" I croaked.

"Is it true?"

"James, please, I don't-"

"Kenzie! Is. It. True?" He shook me slightly.

"I- yes." I nodded slowly, a solitary tear trickling down my face. "Okay? Yes. He's telling the truth."

"You mean you guys actually had sex?" Seth exclaimed disbelievingly. "What the fuck?"

"You fucking cheated on my brother?" James spat at me, and he abruptly released me, causing me to stumble back a few steps.

"It didn't mean anything, okay!" Jay was quick to defend us, pulling me away from the group. We both stood there as James, Seth, Jonah and Craig all gaped at us. I could see the judgement in their eyes. I hated it. Danny was in the background, just smirking. I hated him.

"It was a mistake!" I bawled, bursting into tears. "We…we never, ever intended it to happen!"

"So why the fuck did it happen, then?" I had never seen James look so angry before.

"We were wasted!" Jay said, putting his arm around me as I stood there howling, tears and snot dribbling attractively down my face.

"Dave had been away for a week promoting one of his movies," I sobbed, gulping in an attempt to catch my breath. "And it was the anniversary of the day my mom died, nine years ago. I was…I was feeling so miserable that I'd just been drinking all day. Whiskey, vodka, scotch, brandy; you name it, I'd been drinking it since ten that morning. I was just crying and drinking, and Jay called me up to surprise me. All I was doing was crying down the phone at him, so-" I dissolved into even uglier sobs, losing the ability to form a coherent sentence.

"So I asked her to come and see me," Jay continued for me. "I didn't know how drunk she was until she actually got out of her cab and fell into the doorman."

"We…we went up to Jay's suite," I snivelled. "We had a few more drinks…and then…it was all just moving in the very wrong direction…and the next thing we knew…it was morning, and it had happened."

They were still all just looking.

"Fuck, guys, it isn't like we wanted to do it!" Jay snapped, but he looked so guilty. So ashamed.

"But you fucking did!" said Seth. "Both of you fucking lied."

"You don't think we don't know that?" I said angrily. "I…hate myself for what we did!"

"Does Dave know?" demanded James. I shook my head, unable to even make eye contact with him. "Wow. I had no idea you could be such a fucking heartless bitch, Mackenzie." Mackenzie. Not Kenzie. Not Mack. Mackenzie. James never, ever used my whole name. No one did. Not unless they were well and truly pissed with me. And right now, from the look on James' face, he had surpassed 'pissed at me' a very long time ago. Right now, I'd put a wager closer to he hated me.

"Don't fucking talk to her like that, Franco!" Jay said protectively.

"You're just as fucking bad, Jay!" said Seth, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I hope you're fucking happy now, Danny," I snarled.

"I could not be fucking happier if I tried, my beautiful little Kenz," he taunted. "Oh, and by the way, just for the record, I'm choosing to leave now. You're not kicking me out. You guys had already said that I could come back in, and I'm the one that said I'm not coming back in." He half-turned around and opened the door. "Don't be cocky." And with that, he backed away into the dense smog outside, flipping us off with both hands until he disappeared.

"Get the fuck out of here," James spat, slamming the door shut.

Seth turned to Jay and I. "So this really is all true?"

Jay hesitated for a moment. "Yes."

"Jay? Mackenzie?" Jonah suddenly piped up after being silent this whole time, and we both turned to look at him. "I know this is probably my fault since I put Jay on a pedestal, but you should not be dishonest with your friends and cheat on your boyfriend. You really let me down."

My eyes dropped to the floor, and I watched as my tears splashed on the hardwood. That had been the last thing I wanted to hear someone say.

Jay, however, reacted in a slightly different way. He pulled his arm back and let it snap forward, punching Jonah clean in the jaw.

"Jay!" I shrieked. "What the fuck, man?!"

Seth just glared at us, before turning on his heel and walking off.

"It's all fucked, isn't it?" Jay grumbled, looking at his bleeding knuckles before he too stalked away.

"Jonah, you okay?" James asked him.

Jonah took a deep breath, like he was breathing through the pain. "Yeah. His insides hurt worse than my outsides."

"James, can I talk-" I began, but he just glowered at me.

"No," he snapped. "I'm sorry Mackenzie, but I just don't want to talk to you." He, Craig and Jonah soon dispersed after that so they could go to bed, leaving me on my own in the middle of the room.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered into the emptiness.

Needless to say, I cried myself to near-sleep that night. This was the very worst I'd felt throughout the entire of the apocalypse, and that really was saying something. The atmosphere in the house was just so…so hateful. James refused to speak to me, Seth refused to speak to Jay, Jonah and Craig didn't know how in the fuck to respond to what was going on, and I just felt so goddamn alone.

I tossed and turned on the sofa, cocooned up in my duvet. The boys were all asleep in their rooms, dick tents or sofa dens. Jay and I were still in the living room. He was fast asleep; he was fine. I was the one who felt like she was trapped in perdition, never to be raised from.

I rubbed furiously at my heavy eyes, just praying for sleep to come. I just wanted today to be over. I could try to deal with the fallout in the morning. But of course, God wanted to punish me just that little bit more, so sleep was just not gonna happen. I looked at my phone, which was clinging on to its last ten percent of battery. 3.33am. Jesus fucking Christ…

A sudden male scream echoed from upstairs. "No!" Shit! It sounded like Jonah! I jumped up and over the back of the sofa, stumbling slightly as I lunged for the stairs. I could hear scuffling noises coming from his bedroom, but they were muffled. What was going on?!

I burst into the room, shouting, "Jonah!" He was sitting in the middle of his bed, his duvets all twisted up around him. His face was totally ashen, and he was panting like he'd been running a marathon. "Bro, what the fuck happened?!"

"I…it…I…nothing," he said quickly, drawing his covers up tighter around him.

I frowned. "Are you okay, man? You look kinda sick."

"I just had a bad dream," he replied, not meeting my eye. "Nothing serious."

I leaned on the doorframe, staring at him. "Well, if you insist. I thought I heard you scream, but I guess it was my imagination." I waved somewhat awkwardly at him. "Night then."

"Yeah. Nighty night, Mackenzie," he said with an overly-done yawn, stretching his arms over his head. That was when I saw the three deep scratches raked down his forearm.

"Jonah?" I said quietly, pointing. "What are those?"

"What's what?" he asked innocently, bringing his arm down to look at it. "Oh! Um…I uh, fell out of bed and caught my arm on the side of the bed."

"Three times?"

"Er…yup."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You know I don't believe a word you're saying, right?"

"Look, Mack, I'm fine," Jonah insisted breezily. "But I can tell you're not. You've got bags under those pretty brown eyes of yours. You need your beauty sleep, you know that."

"Yeah, well, I'd probably find it easier to sleep if James hadn't ostracised me from his life and made me feel like the scourge of Los Angeles," I muttered, but I wasn't loud enough for Jonah to completely pick up on what I had said. "Anyway, let's take two on this. Goodnight, Jonah."

"Goodnight, my sweet little Mackenzie."

"So we're all officially fucked," I said to the now-titled Confession Cam. Well, I'd titled it, anyhow. "We have no water, and I mean none. McBride fucking wasted all the emergency stash before he fucked off outside into what looks like the middle of Mount Vesuvius. So we're rapidly dehydrating, and I'm pretty sure I saw Craig drinking his own urine a little while ago. Yup, we've stooped to piss drinking. That's how dire this situation has become."

I sighed heavily, running my hand through my knotted and greasy hair. "And d'you know what? That isn't even the worst of it. Danny decided to tell everyone about me and Jay sleeping together. That is truly the worst thing that has ever happened to me. James won't speak to me…hell, he won't even look at me. And why should he? I cheated on his little brother. It was a one-time, one-off totally drunken mistake that both Jay and I regretted instantly, but it's still come back and bitten us on the ass."

I paused, thinking I could hear someone hovering outside the door, eavesdropping on my confessional. When I turned and saw no one there, I continued, "I hate myself. I really do. I love Dave…I always have and always will. He's the love of my life. For fuck sake, we've been together for nearly six years. Why was I stupid enough to risk all this just because I was wasted and upset and needed to feel close to someone? I'm starting to think it might actually be better if he is dead. At least…at least then he won't ever find out just how much of a total whore his girlfriend is. Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that. I'd say I should go to Hell for that, but the truth is, I'm pretty sure I'm already in Hell."

I looked up at the ceiling and let out a scream. "You know what, God? Congratu-fucking-lations. You win. Okay? You win. Kill me. Just let me die. Send one of your decapitation monsters in here and let it chop my head off. Let me choke on the ash outside. Or better yet, save yourself some time. Just let the ceiling above me come crashing down and crush me to death right here, right now. Because I can guarantee that nothing you do to me will cause me as much pain as what I'm experiencing already. Fuck you, fuck your angels, and fuck Heaven. I'm done."

We were dying. There was no use pussyfooting around it. If we didn't find more food and water, we were rapidly all going to starve and dehydrate. But there was no food left anywhere in this house. So one of us had to go outside to look for some.

We gathered around the small white table like we had so many times before, and Seth produced that same box of matches from a few days ago.

"I think we all remember how this works," he said, lighting one and hastily wafting it out. "Whoever gets the burnt match has to go to one of Franco's neighbours houses, get us some food and some water."

"No-ho-ho!" Craig quickly said. "No, I'm not going first!"

"I'll g-" I tried to volunteer, but James cut across me.

"I'll go first," he said, raising his arms like it was a big deal that he was potentially sacrificing himself.

"Thank you," said Seth, holding the matches to him. "Very mature of you. Thank you."

James didn't even look as he chose his match, but he was fine; the tip was red. He punched the air and exclaimed, "Yes!" He then composed himself and quickly said, "Sorry."

Seth clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Good job." He looked over at Jonah, who apparently hadn't recovered from his rough night as the poor man looked like death warmed up. "You okay, Jonah?"

"What's that?" Jonah mumbled absent-mindedly.

"You okay?" Seth repeated.

"Yeah," Jonah said, but his tone was vacant of emotion. "Just bad sleep. Crazy dream."

"Here, Jonah." Seth held the matches out to him, and he silently plucked one from the bundle. This one was red too, and when Jonah saw he quickly dropped the match down on the table.

"Mackenzie," was all Seth said to me when he handed me the match bundle. So he was still pissed with me too, not that he really had much of a reason to be mad with me, mind. Still, I reached out and took one of the matches, turning it around to look at the end. Red.

"Thank you, God," I muttered, and I was unsure if I was being sarcastic or genuinely thankful. It should have been me.

Seth, Jay and Craig all squirmed uncomfortably, with Craig loudly exclaiming, "Shit!" It was now the final three; one of them was going outside.

"Craigers, you feeling lucky?" Seth asked him as he passed over the matches. "Will history repeat itself?" Not today, apparently, as Craig's match emerged red.

This left Jay and Seth. I really had no idea who to root for at this point; I didn't want either of them to go out there into that wasteland!

James certainly knew who he was rooting for though, as he slapped Seth on the back and said, "You got this, dawg." He was on Seth's side. Shocker.

Seth held out the two remaining matches to Jay, who squeezed his eyes shut as he reached for one of them. He opened them just as his hand darted out and pulled out his choice match. This one was red too.

"Seth, no! Not you!" cried James, throwing his match down in anger. The rest of us just remained silent, unsure really how to comment on it. None of us wanted Seth to go out there, of course we didn't. But at the same time, it had to be one of us, and no one wanted it to be their self.

Seth blew out a sigh. "I'm not going."

"What?!" Jay and I both demanded in unison.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I added irately.

"I am not going!" Seth asserted. "I'm bowing out. I'm declining to go!"

"What?" Jay said again.

"Er, let me break it down for you," Seth said sarcastically. "I'm not fucking going!"

"You are definitely going!" Jay insisted. He looked around at the rest of us. "Tell him he's fucking going!"

"Tell you what," Seth snapped. "Why don't you fucking go, Mr Self-Righteous? You're constantly saying what assholes we are, how good you are. You go get us some fucking water!"

"Shut the fuck up and back off, Seth!" I shouted.

"No, Mack, he's right," Jay said. He snapped his match in two. "I will go," he said firmly to Seth. "Because I have something called 'honour.'"

"That's good. Yeah, you're very honourable," Seth said sardonically. "Fucking another guy's girlfriend, that's real honourable, right?" Of course. We just had to go back to that. When all else fails, bring up 'Jay and Mack Had Sex'.

"I'll go with you, Jay," Craig gravely offered.

"Really?" Jay said, sounding disbelievingly touched. "Is it because of our…pact upstairs?" He pointed up.

"Nah," Craig replied. "'Cause you got them skinny-ass arms. You couldn't carry enough to feed a hamster."

"I'll come too!" I suddenly volunteered. "I'll help as well." Fuck it. I was close to death anyway; why not just potentially shorten the process?

"Oh yeah, gotta make sure you can protect your boyfriend, huh, Mackenzie?" sniped James, speaking directly to me for the first time in about twelve hours.

Something inside me broke then. I was so fucking fed up of him treating me like this. It was none of his business, what had happened with me and Jay. It was between me, Jay and Dave, and nobody else. I got that James was angry on behalf of his absent brother, of course I did. But he didn't need to keep treating me like I was something disgusting that he'd stepped in.

I might have been a heartless, cheating bitch, but I still had feelings. And at this precise moment in time, that feeling was indignant fury.

"Fuck you, James!" I spat. "I'll stay here, then, and be totally useless like you bunch of assbutts! That's totally fucking fine with me! Happy?" I flipped him off and stormed over to the sofas, where I sat with my back to everyone, drawing my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around myself.

I effectively tuned out anything else the guys were saying. I honestly just did not care anymore. It was only when I looked around and saw Jay and Craig about to embark on their journey that I actually stirred. I uncurled myself and stood up, hurrying over to them.

"Please keep safe," I begged them, taking their hands in mine. "Or at least, just don't die. Please. I'm internally broken enough already."

Craig chuckled. "Ain't no motherfuckers taking a pop at this." I decided to neglect reminding him that something out there had already tried to 'take a pop at that.'

I laughed without a trace of humour and put my arms around him, earning myself a classic Craig Robinson bear hug.

I then turned to Jay and fiercely wrapped my arms around his neck, and he hugged me back tightly. I didn't care how this looked, didn't care how everyone knew what had happened at the Four Seasons; Jay was my best friend, and nothing anyone said was going to change that.

"Don't die," I whispered in his ear, and he held me out at arm's length. "Promise me, Jay. You die, and I'll die. That's how this will work. So promise me, Baruchel. Please."

"You've always been so overdramatic," he said, giving me a small smile. "But yeah. I promise that we won't die." He turned to Craig, tightening his grip on the baseball bat he'd just picked up.

"I know where the nearest house is," James said, coming up behind us.

"Awesome. Let's get that money," Jay said, trying to sound confident.

"Let's do it," Craig agreed. Jay reached out and opened the door, smoke pouring into the house instantly.

"Out and to the left," James told them. They both nodded, and the next thing, they'd slipped out the door, which James shut firmly behind them.

And then there were four. This could not have been anymore awkward if it tried. James hadn't said a word to me since his earlier outburst, and Seth was barely speaking to me because I hadn't told him Jay had been in LA. And Jonah…Jonah just seemed off, all pale and sweaty and distracted and shit.

Jesus Christ, the last thing we needed was for him to develop the flu in the middle of all this bullshit. Antibiotics were a thing of the past. But even if it wasn't flu, something definitely wasn't right with the man.

I was sat on the sofa, picking away at the last of my French manicure and inspecting exactly how much damage my poor nails had endured over the last week and a half. The tips were ragged and broken, the skin around the nails bitten, red raw and bloody. I hadn't bitten my nails since I was about nineteen, but all this stress had caused me to relapse.

Jonah was wandering around in a total daze; going into the kitchen, pausing, coming back into the living area, pausing, then heading into another room and coming back a few moments later. James and Seth, meanwhile, had disappeared upstairs.

"Jonah? Bruh?" I called to him after about five minutes of him doing this, as I was starting to get a little worried. He paused, halfway to wandering back into the kitchen. "What's going on with you, man?"

He didn't say anything. Instead, his face drained of what little colour was left, and he suddenly collapsed, hitting the floorboards with a sickening thud.

"JONAH!" I shrieked, leaping up and sprinting over to him, dropping to my knees by his head and looking for signs of life.

"JAMES! SETH! HELP! PLEASE!" I screamed at the stairs, hoping and praying they would hear me and not just brush me off.

Thank God, they did listen, and both of them came barrelling down the stairs about twenty seconds later.

"Oh fuck!" shouted Seth.

"Is he okay?!" asked James, panicked.

"I don't…I don't know!" I said frantically, running my hands through my hair. "One second he seemed okay, and the next he just…he just collapsed!"

"Dude! Jonah!" Seth exclaimed as he and James reached me and Jonah's slumped form. "What the fuck! What do we do?! Do you guys know first aid or anything?!"

"No!" James replied.

"I know how to check for a pulse!" I said, remembering some of the first aid training I'd undertaken in the eleventh grade.

"Well, fucking get on it, then!" Seth yelled.

"Don't yell at me!" I wailed, and I pressed two fingers to Jonah's neck, probing for that flicker of life. As I did so, James and Seth were clapping and clicking in Jonah's face, trying to get him to awaken.

"Here!" I announced desperately, feeling a feeble throbbing under my fingers. "I've found a pulse! But fuck, it's so weak! I think…shit, you guys, I really think he's dying!"

"Wait! Low blood sugar!" Seth suddenly proclaimed. "LBS!"

"LBS?!" James repeated.

"He's having an LBS episode!" Seth explained.

"Quick! Someone get the Milky Way!" I shouted.

"I'll get the Milky Way!" yelped James, running off to the kitchen.

"You get the Milky Way!" Seth also shouted. "Jonah! Stay with me! Stay with me!"

"I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it! Open his mouth!" James came speeding back, the brown-wrapped Milky Way clutched in his hand. "Open his mouth! Open his mouth, I'll get this in there!"

I reached out and clasped Jonah's chin, wrenching his mouth open. "Come on, Jonah! Wake up! It's Milky Way time, buddy!"

James started prodding the chocolate bar at Jonah's mouth, but obviously Jonah was not biting it. "Jonah. Milky Way, Jonah!"

"It's not fucking working, man!" Seth shouted hysterically. "What the fuck?!"

"How do we get it in there?!" James demanded.

"Chew it and spit it in!" I suggested.

"Yeah! Yeah, Mack's right!" Seth said in agreement. "Chew it up and spit it in his mouth like a baby bird!" Oh, so now I was being useful I was back to 'Mack' again.

James nodded and took a bite, positioning himself over Jonah's head. However, a few seconds later there was the distinct sound of James swallowing.

"You just swallowed it, man!" Seth said disbelievingly.

"It's so good!" James defended.

"Give me a bite!" Seth demanded, seizing the bar and taking off a chunk. "Mmm! The second it hits your mouth is, like, amazing!"

"Guys!" I shouted. "You're missing the fucking point of eating the goddamn Milky Way! Give it to me!" I snatched the bar from James' hand and bit off a hearty chunk. I chewed it into mush, then positioned my mouth three inches above Jonah's. Seth held Jonah's mouth open, and I allowed a dribble of Milky Way spit to drool out of my mouth.

However, before I could get the spit into Jonah's agape mouth, his head suddenly twisted around to face upwards, and he began to recite something in a language I didn't recognize, in a voice that sounded like it was doubled up…like two people were speaking. James, Seth and I all shrieked, leaping to our feet and taking a step back.

Jonah lie spasming on the floor, spitting out words that none of us could understand in the slightest.

"What the fuck was that?" Seth whispered.

"That's Hebrew!" said James.

"That was not Hebrew!" I answered scathingly. "Moron. I think it was Latin or some shit like that!"

"Yeah, I went to Hebrew school for six years!" added Seth. "That's not Hebrew!"

That was when Jonah's head snapped up, his eyes springing open and revealing murky-green irises. "You will drown in a river of blood," he hissed in that same deep, doubled-up voice. "The End of Days is here. You will quiver in the shadow of Kingdom Come. Judgement Day is upon you. The apocalypse is nigh!" His head slumped back down, his eyes closing.

James, Seth and I all looked at each other with wide, panicked eyes. Oh. Holy. Fuck. This shit had just gotten so, so much more complicated.

A/N- Demon possession. Always a fun time, no? Well, shit is about to well and truly hit the fan in our favourite actors' lives. Once again, I just want to say a huge, almighty thank you to every single one of you who reviewed! I've never appreciated feedback so much in my life! You made me feel all fuzzy on the inside! So please review again, I'd love to know what you thought of the fallout of last chapter's revelation! Much love to you all! Xx Gee xX

References:
The whole "Trapped in perdition, raised from" thing is probably classed as a Supernatural reference, and "assbutt" definitely is.